I miss Word Press. I miss writing. I miss doing pretty much everything, even though I am doing some things. It’s just that it’s all done under the veil of depression which makes me discount the matteringness of it all.
On the bright side, I’ve been doing a lot more stretching so should I find myself in a situation where I have to shimmy along heating to ducts to escape a terror attack, I’m ready.
The open works I have going mock me with their white space. I have thoughts I want to impart but I’m blocked. The wall I built is very effective and I did not need Mexico to pay for it.
A long introduction for the quote I felt like sharing.